"Why is he not answering? Did you send a message to him at least...?"
Kyle spoke in a hurried tone as he turned to Zoey. The way he spoke annoyed her to no end, but she could only keep her calm and nod her head.
"I sent him a message. He should be able to receive it. The same goes for Myles. Whether or not they will see it or not will depend on whether they have their phone turned on or not. However, given how neither is answering, it looks like they've both come to the same conclusion as us."
"Shit..."
Kyle cursed, his leg tapping against the floor as he struggled to contain his worry.
And Zoey understood it.
She could still see the image in her mind. The photo they had found. Two figures standing next to each other, smiling like good friends. One was already identified. The other… took longer.
Richard Parson.
Just a bartender, according to the file. An unremarkable man who'd migrated from Immorra Island, not far from Sire Island.
